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Mar 2015
I can not breath when Neptune pierces my throat with a lightning bolt
Blue and gold blisters rise on my porcelain skin
I make way inside the black whole to nowhere
Thank you, god of thunder
I gaze in wonder of how all is meant to be
May the grace of greatest heavens rain,
Pour down all over me
River Moon Willow
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River Moon Willow  Omaha, Ne
(Omaha, Ne)   
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